Hoggin’

[Chorus x2]
Yeah, you can probably catch me in my Chevy
Hoggin' up two lanes
Got my cup filled up, got my cup filled up
Ain’t worry 'bout a thang

[Verse 1 - Lord Infamous]
I see you maneuver, bitch be talkin' shit about Infamous
Really throwin' this lick
And I follow through fast as a strawberry
Yo, I ain't fishin' that bitch, and we havin' a fit
What's up? Double the dose, fillin' my cup
We in the tuss, rollin' on up
It should be trucks, hoes on them trucks
Lickin' the nuts, she slayin', hey
Switchin' the lights while that nigga be catchin'
I drank, hope I don't spill my plate, man
And I'm fillin' my cup with that purplish drink
And a nigga be feelin' like propane
I'm fillin' the bitch, yo, my nigga is swinging
Way outta control, and the Scarecrow'll be smokin'
The nigga way down in the deep depths of his soul
You niggas should already know
That's how we comin' through
Beatin' the pain off the wall with the boom
Watchin' for bitches and batches in blue
Gettin' nowhere, and you will be consumed
Fuckin' with Infamous, bitches, you're doomed
You niggas should know that I better make room
For the carpools of killers and murderous myths
While we be puttin’ that kush on our lips
And we hopin’ that one of you niggas come trip
Fuckin’ with Infamous, down in the Memphis
I’m killin’ the nigga, man, right off the rip
I must admit, I’m really high and feelin' strange
I got the Chevy and I’m hoggin’ up the lane

[Chorus]
Yeah, you can probably catch me in my Chevy
Hoggin' up on two lanes
Got my cup filled up, got my cup filled up
Ain’t worry 'bout a thang

[Verse 2 - J Corleon]
You catch me in my Chevy thang, makin' my way to the interstate
On my way to the M-Town, I'm fuckin' with them niggas, man
J-Bin, now you gettin' dough, fuck these niggas, I'm about to blow
On top and I ain't fallin' down, bitch-ass niggas wanna see me go
Damn right, I'm takin' off, fuck these haters, I'm a real boss
Droed up and I stay trilled, sippin' on this lean, dawg
X’d up and I’m rollin’ hard, keep my mind on the money, boy
You a J, better got the weight, 'cause I'm on a mission, boy
I ain’t lyin’, I stay fly, pimpin' like them Memphis guys
Makin’ easy money, pimpin’ hoes down, bitch, you know I’m showin’ out
Damn right, I’m too wretched, yeah, I keep this shit crackin’
Cashville to the M-Town, bitch, you know I’ve been trappin’
Haters mad, but I don’t give a fuck, ‘cause they see me shinin’, bruh
Makin’ moves, now I’m gettin’ it in, you can say I done came up
Industry? So fuck beef, I ain’t what that shit be
All I know is I’m gettin’ money, puttin’ it down like a real G

[Chorus]
Yeah, you can probably catch me in my Chevy
Hoggin' up on two lanes
Got my cup filled up, got my cup filled up
Ain’t worry 'bout a thang